Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.